Post by Zeneka on Nov 5, 2017 14:42:08 GMT -5
Name: Tigerkit (Tigereye)
Age: 0 moons (unborn)
True to his LightningClan ancestry, Tigerkit is built slender with long limbs, which promise to make him a fast, agile runner once he grows into them properly, while his paws are small and quick, with a somewhat delicate appearance. Like his mother, he has an incredibly short bob of a tail. His fur is short and dense, a bright ginger in coloration with darker marbled tabby stripes for which he was named. His forepaws are white while the white on his hind paws extends half way up to the hocks. The underside of his muzzle and jaw is white, extending down his throat and chest to his belly. His eyes are the same amber shade as his mother's.
Description Summary: A tall, slender, short furred, ginger and white tabby tom with a bob tail and amber eyes.
Despite what his fierce sounding name might suggest, Tigerkit is honestly a bit of a coward. He is incredibly shy and timid and would much rather be curled up safe and warm with one of his parents than off exploring the big wide dangerous world. He much prefers to watch other cats have adventures, to hear about them in stories, than to actually participate in them himself. He is always hesitant to try new things, just as afraid of failure as anything with sharp teeth and claws. If he had his way he would never leave the nursery. However, eventually, he will be glad he DID decide to step paw outside, for there will be a few things in life he will enjoy that go beyond the nursery walls, once he is finally convinced to try them. Fighting, however, will never be one of them.
He won't like playfighting as a kit, and he'll dread battle training as an apprentice, but overall he won't be good or bad at it, just average. Should he become a warrior, however, his cowardice will flare up intensely around battles. Should he ever be unfortunate enough to be caught in a battle, he will run if at all possible. If the battle is at the border, he'll run to camp and bring help, and then hang around on the edges hoping he won't be needed in the fight after he's brought reinforcements. The only way he will enter a battle is if a Clanmate is in serious danger and clearly cannot handle the fight themselves, his desire to help his Clan managing to bury his cowardice for a short time. Should a battle take place in LightningClan's camp, he will be forced to fight, but will do his best to avoid it never the less, taking to the nursery or the elders' den and staying there as an excuse (he was protecting the queens and kits or the elders!).
He will, however, excel at hunting. His long limbs and slender build are the perfect example of a LightningClan cat, and he will be able to chase down hares and rabbits with ease. Indeed, after he manages to catch his first, he will find he quite enjoys the rush of chasing down his prey, though he will always be a 'late bloomer' and will likely take much longer to catch his first prey than most apprentices. He is an excellent observer with particular keen senses and is likely to notice things a bit faster than his peers, such as prey hiding nearby, or enemies lurking, or if a Clanmate is hurt. A gentle soul, Tigerkit will always be the first to rush to help a Clanmate in need, and the last to ever raise a claw or even a harsh word against another cat, never ever wanting to hurt anyone if he can help it.
He is also very intelligent and has an excellent memory. He will easily note the best places in the territory to find certain prey or herbs, and despite his fear and disdain for fighting, he will have a surprisingly strategic mind. Should this talent of his be discovered, he could be an incredible asset when planning battles. However, it isn't something he's likely to come into without a LOT of coaxing and encouragement, and he will have to be asked directly for his opinions on such things. Even if he feels his ideas are better, he is likely to keep them to himself unless prompted, since he knows fighting isn't his strong point and therefore doesn't think anyone will take his ideas about it seriously. When it comes to subjects he feels more comfortable with, he will have less trouble sharing his thoughts, though he will generally always be timid and nervous about it at first. He is very sensitive and doesn't do well with criticism, hence his fears of failure and of sharing his thoughts.
With parents of an age more suited to the elder's den than the nursery, Tigerkit and his sister Lynxkit were not destined to have very long with either of their parents, not that either of them knew that at the beginning. With their mother being Firestar, leader of LightningClan, their raising was always going to be unconventional. As soon as Firestar weaned them from her milk, their father Russetfall took over caring for them in the nursery so she would be free to return to her duties as leader. Tigerkit was quite happy with this change, not because he preferred his father over his mother, but because he hadn't previously known that grown toms COULD stay in the nursery. There had certainly been other she-cats in the nursery, but no toms, in his short life. The world outside the nursery frightened him and he was reassured with the thought that he could stay in the nursery if he wished.
Other: Squeaks when scared lol
RP Example: Trying for LC MCA
Peering out the nursery entrance through wide amber eyes, crouched down and huddled to hide the best he could, Tigerkit watched a couple of the older kits playing just outside, their mother keeping a close eye on them. Palescreech scared him. She seemed normal enough but no matter what he did, or what she did, he couldn't shake this weird feeling about her. Every cat told him he was just being a scaredy-mouse, but he didn't care. She was scary.
Her kits tumbled around in the middle of camp, squealing happily as they play fought, but the sight of it only made Tigerkit step backward, toward the safety that was the nest he shared with his sister and father. Their little claws were unsheathed and their little fangs flashed and Tigerkit wanted nothing at all to do with it. However, when one of them squealed unpleasantly, the little ginger tom was haring out of the den and right for the pained cry, even as her mother was already rising to see to the problem.
"Ow! That HURT!" she was glaring at her sibling as she shook her head, pawing at her ear where it had been bitten a little too hard.
"Are you okay?" Tigerkit mewed in a rush, eyes wide with worry. He tried to get closer to see, but the she-kit batted him away and he crouched slightly, ears tucked back.
"No, I'm NOT," she pushed to her paws and scampered back to Palescreech, and well... Tigerkit wasn't going to follow her there. Palescreech recalled her entire litter and Tigerkit was left alone in the middle of camp.
Oh. Oh no. He remained were he was, crouching low, eyes wide, and let out a soft squeak. He turned to look at the nursery... it seemed so far away. Warriors were traipsing by like nothing was even happening. With a deep breath, Tigerkit gathered up what little courage he had and took off as fast as he could for the nursery, bursting through the entrance, leaping into his nest, and curling up in the tightest little ball he could. He hoped he never had to do that again.